It’s time to attend the reception. Mom had been running around for the last 5 months getting this organized. From the color scheme to the flowers, from the band to the menu – everything carried her trademark stamp of style!
Sups looked gorgeous as I went to escort her from the parlor. She’d worn a pinkish lehenga with diamond jewelry – ooh she was a stunner (she still is – 9 days into the marriage).
We sat atop a stage – two throne like seats placed side by side. She had a glass of coca cola and me with some single malt – to get us thru this nite of smiling. Her heavy lehenga and jewelry of course prevented her from bending forward and doing the 1-2-3 bend routine.
Then the guests & the rest of the family arrived. And they kept arriving. It was like being a railway platform – where all the trains came – gave up a few passengers and moved on. I dunno if that’d be the perfect analogy – but it’ll definitely be close.
The photographer couldn’t get enough of us, even when we finally decided to sit down for a few morsels. He had a story to tell – I guess. My Blondie mama kept me supplied with the single malts as one of Sups uncles whisked her away from my side. He did take my permission though.
It was heartening to see the folks who’d traveled far and wide to grace us and bless us on this, our special moment in time. Friend, family, family friends, their friends too…
Sups’ Mesho offered to get her a set of towels too…. New brides need those he said.
Helps to keep the eyes clear and prevent floods, he said.
We got home a lil after midnight. We were tired and exhausted – all of us. It’d be an early morning departure for us for Goa. So the guys came home, came together one last time.
With my Bua and family!
With My Bua, Bhabhis and lil neices
The band strikes a fanfare!